Thankfully There Was A Bogaiaologowist

The Talking Tuba

by Hal Rees

You know how I hate hot dogs?

Oh, down the street

There’s a super-fast talking tuba.

They nothing could catch that on just their feet

Not even the police

And it was not sweet, just by the way.

Down by the street, there’s a talking tuba

Down on the street, I cannot go on my feet

Not even the police could catch him

But it was just too fast

He said, that a sandwich was not on my past

Oh on the street, there was a talking tuba

Oh how the neighbors were eggmagoofa

Thankfully there was a bogaiaologowist

That said that it was free.

But the only thing is that, I don’t know how to say this.

It was not free. Well. I can see

They really sounded out of tune.

Oh, Mr. Wegiblaus, with a pickle on my feet

Then, Mr. Wegiblaus, On his feet, it sounded out of tune by the way

Down by the river. Chalk his face was gone and I can’t just be

I’m gonna go as fast as I can on my feet, even though that it’s slower than the talking tuba. Bye.